Roman Goddess Shows Her Slave Who's Boss on a Terrace Retreat
Dea Nemesi, the mighty goddess of vengeance and retribution, found herself in need of some relaxation after an arduous period of judgments. She chose a secluded terrace overlooking the picturesque Roman vista for her retreat. Little did she know that her incompetent slave had followed her, hoping to bask in some of her glory.
Upon arriving at the terrace, Dea Nemesi was surprised to find the pathetic creature struggling to keep up with her pace. He was no more than a mere mortal - an insignificant worm compared to her divine stature. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she ordered him to lie down on the floor and bask in her presence. The slave complied, unaware of the torment that awaited him.
As Dea Nemesi began to enjoy the view, her eyes fell upon the pathetic form of her slave. His limbs sprawled out like a rug, he seemed content with being at her feet. She decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and began to mistreat him for her amusement. First, she used him as a human ashtray, placing her cigarette butts on his chest and letting him inhale the smoke. Then, she noticed that he hadn't brought any refreshments for her. This was unacceptable!
Enraged by his incompetence, Dea Nemesi decided to punish him further. With a sneer, she crouched down and peed onto his face. The look of shock on his face only fueled her anger. When she'd finished, she commanded him to drink every drop. But the wretched slave proved to be even more inept than before - he dropped some of her divine nectar on the floor before him.
Her eyes flashed with fury, and she stomped her foot, sending a spray of water from the fountain nearby onto the slave's face. "Drink it all!" she roared, pointing at the puddle on the ground. The slave whimpered before lowering his head and lapping at the mess like a dog. His actions only served to infuriate her more.
In a fit of rage, Dea Nemesi kicked him hard in the head, sending him sprawling across the terrace. She stood over him, her foot hovering dangerously close to his face. "Do you even deserve to live?" she hissed venomously. The slave cowered, unable to answer.
With a cruel smile, she decided on a final act of humiliation. Grabbing him by the hair, she forced him to lap up a puddle of water from the floor. He whimpered and cried, but she showed no mercy. Finally, when he'd finished, she withdrew her foot and left him there - a pathetic, wet mass on the ground.
As she retreated back into her palace, Dea Nemesi could feel satisfaction wash over her. Her slave had learned his place in the world, and she was content for now. But she knew that this wouldn't be the last time they would meet...
